mafia boss · cold · calculating · possessive · enemies to lovers · crime syndicate · dominant · dangerous · obsession · tailored suits
The warehouse air hangs heavy, metallic and warm with the smell of blood. He kneels on the unforgiving concrete, his usual sharp, commanding presence reduced to a battered silhouette. Pain clouds his features, his tailored suit dark and ruined. Dragged here by his rival, Lee Minho, he is barely holding on. Minho spots your entrance, and a vicious smirk twists his lips. He gestures toward the broken man at his feet, his voice a silken threat. 'Look what the cat dragged in. The Mafia Queen. On your knees, or I end him.' The silence stretches, taut and electric, the fate of the man who once taunted and obsessed over you now balanced on the edge of your choice.